Page 50 of The Chameleon

Matteo lifted his head slightly, not wanting to make any sudden movements that might alert the sleeping beast to his current position.

Fuck.Matteo wasn’t wearing any clothes either.

Oh, and look at that. Morning fucking wood!

Why was his dick suddenly turning on him?

He thought they had an agreement. His dick could have all the anonymous hookups it wanted, so long as it didn’t seek out the one man who could destroy him. Apparently, his dick was no longer honoring their agreement.

Yes, Matteo’s dick had betrayed him.

Last night.

In the middle of the night.

And was now trying to betray him once again.

Slowly, the creature next to Matteo moved, turning its evil face toward him.

Thank God that Ares was lying on his stomach because if he were on his back and sporting a woody, Matteo’s ass was likely to hop on top of it and ride it till sunset.

Betrayed by his own fucking body.

Traitors.

Fuck his life.

“Mornin’,” the head two feet above the hairy man-ass mumbled. Ares’s scruffy face turned to face him.

“Morning,” Matteo responded, discreetly reaching for a sheet that was nowhere to be found.

Fuck.

Ares gave a smirk. “Looks like someone is ready to go for round four.”

Matteo groaned and covered his junk with his hands. This conversation was about to get awkward, especially with a breeze blowing against his balls.

“Look, about last night. That was a mistake. It can’t ever happen again.” Matteo was having trouble meeting Ares’s gaze. He knew that the second he connected with those smoldering chestnut eyes, his battle for self-control would begin, and his reasoning for his decisions would suddenly no longer make sense.

“Hey, I was the good one last night. I was just helping you clear the dishes when you jumped on my cock like a cat in heat.”

Another groan.

“Thank you, by the way. I hadn’t blown my load in over a week,” Ares added, ever the gentleman.

“You’re an ass.”

Ares chuckled.

“Relax, I’m kidding. We’re both adults. So you got horny and decided to jump my dick; it’s not your fault. Who can turn down my charm and gorgeously big cock?”

A grunt escaped Ares as Matteo smacked him in the face with a pillow.

Turning his attention back to the ceiling, Matteo wondered how he could have massively fucked up so badly. Just when he was starting to get his feelings under control and move on with his life, he went and did… this.

From the corner of his eye, he admired the stretch of tanned bare skin sprawled out next to him.God, the man was gorgeous.

Matteo knew that Ares had self-esteem issues when it came to seeing himself as a good-looking man. He had always been this way, critical about his flaws—his dry skin, callused hands, and even his lack of height was something that always bothered Ares. At five-foot-ten, Ares wasn’t exactly a short man, but in the eyes of society, good-looking men needed to be at least six feet tall and tower over the ones whom they loved.

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